Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1887-06-18

and wishes. Not that we wished to
be disobedient, but we didn't like
the idea of them managing for uses
pecially since we had anticipated
their surprise when told Of our plans.
We talked of breaking the engage
ment, though, of course, we thought
not moment Of doing so, and did
some sulking. Finally, we compro-
missed with them, by agreeing to get
married the next year if they would
give their concent for us to go back
into the country to live. Then we
were all of us happy again, though
Joe's being farmer didn't exactly
suit all around. But the city was
too cramped for us, that was certain,
and in spite of remonstrances we
would live in the country sooner or
later.
The year preceding our marriage.
Joe occupied position behind the
counter of a dry goods store. and |
busted myself at needle-work and
solving household mysteries. Dc
casionally we took drive out of
town, round by the farm we had SCI
lected and purchased, and on these
occasions our conversations were
very much the same, suppose, as
engaged lovers generally indulge in.
81 think I'm born farmer, Pet"
Ct was christened Sarah, but Joe al
ways called me Pet,) he said once,
while we were rusticating in the
country, and I thought SO, too.
"a man of your inquiring mind
should nat be penned up in a store
all his life. All you want, love, is
opportunity, and you viii develope
into real genius. I'm so glad, on
your account, that we are going to
live on farm.
"On, Pet, | don't care so much for
myself, but l would not shut such a
busy-body as you in one of those
city houses for anything. 1t would
be cruel of me, sweetest; you will
make splendid farmers wife; you
are such manager, and just think,
a coy cottage, q nice lawn border
ed with flowers, pure air, good but
ter, fresh vegetables, OIL what
delightful life you will live, Pet"
Eyes, love-" replied; "cur home
will be a paradise. and my garden
won't be like that one," pointing to
a very weedy garden. "I'A have not
a weed grow in mine, and tend it
all myself, too"
"No, no, Petl you won't do any
such thing. You weed in the gar
den Not when am around. But,
OF course, You may come out and
see that | am doing it right. just
manage, you know
"But, love, / must do something.
The housewerk. won't be much now,
SO I'll waste no time in experiment
ing after we're settled. Oh! I'll
take care of the garden, dear" think
how strong I would be in my new
wifely position.
We were married in June, and the
following November we moved to
oHr new home.
The place was pretty, but consid-
erably run down, and was sadly in
need of repairs. The house was re-
fixed and reprinted at once, but work
on the farm was necessarily lett I'M
til spring. During the winter, Joe
talked of how he would trim the
trees and shrubbery and change this
and that, while / talked Of the gar
den. pictured in glowing eolors,
how our table would be filled the
coming summer with vegetable boils,
soups, salads and pickles. There
was small piece of ground back
of the house, pa'ed in, that we sup
posed was the plot on which the for
mer occupants raised vegetables
but it looked as though only weeds
had grown there. | told Joe I was